"You should tell him, you know," a familiar voice softly said from behind her. "I know you love him." "Remus," she began turning around to face her friend, "You know I can't do that. He's my best friend, and h-he's in love with his perfect Lily-flower," Elsie sighed as tears began forming in her eyes. "But, Elsie... you don't see the way he looks at you, he-," his sentence was cut off by the girl with tears running down her face. "I don't see how he looks at me, but I see how he looks at her! And, t-that's enough to know that I will n-never be good enough to be with h-him," she snapped through stifled words. "But why don't you just tell him? Why don't you let yourself have a chance at happiness for once?" he asked stepping forwards, wiping her cheeks with his thumbs. "Because...loving him is a losing game. Either way, I'm the one getting hurt," Elsie whispered, falling into the arms of the boy in front of her. SLOW BURN {extended summary inside} (All characters, plots, and aspects of this story belonging to the Harry Potter Universe are credited to JK Rowling.)

"You want revenge on Sirius. I want to make Lily jealous. The answer is too obvious, Merse! Let's date for fake!" ©papyrophobia, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. HIGHEST RANK BY FAR: #2 in Potter Fanfiction FAN-FICTION + story created april 2017 + full synopsis inside

My eyes glazed over the tall boy, taking in every detail of his face. His expression was marked with concentration and vulnerability as he recalled the notes to the song. I took a step forward, resting my elbows on the large piano he was seated at, ignoring the people around it. I met the eyes of the musician, and it was as if, for a moment.. His eyes were not his typical icey-blue, it was as though they were the deep blue of an ocean. He hesitated as he noticed my presence, pausing ever so slightly before the next note of the song. It was barely noticeable. Nevertheless, he continued on, looking back down at the keys and going through with his song, as if it were a personal. When he had finished, the crowd broke into a delicate applause, careful not to spill their drinks. I waited for the boy to look up at me, to meet my eyes once again, but they remained on the keys to his precious instrument, as though he had never noticed me at all. Important notes/ Alterations I've made: Luna Lovegood and Oliver Wood are the same age as the golden trio, Mirabelle ect. Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy aren't related, instead they are close childhood friends (Sorry I realised Draco and Mirabelle would be related like 10 chapters in, lmfaoo)

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Y/n Snape lived with her father since she was little, no mother just her and her father. She went with him to Hogwarts when she was young and he homeschooled her hoping she'd get the Hogwarts letter of acceptance and when she does they're both overjoyed. Although she befriends the golden trio including Harry Potter, how will Snape react seeing his daughter friends with his worst enemy's son? How will he react when she falls for the red-headed boy in the trio? Set in year fourth what will happen?

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Olive Lark was the most introverted and shy person you'd meet at Hogwarts. With a rather heavy addiction to writing and a small ring of friends, you would never find her doing something wild and crazy for attention. Ironically, she had one of the most unique abilities that would attract attention even if she didn't want to. Ollie had the ability to willingly, and sometimes unwillingly, alter her appearance, also called a metamorphmagus. Fred and George Weasley, the best and only outgoing pranksters at Hogwarts find themselves at the mercy of their own pranks when a mysterious black cat often messed up their tricks and turned them against the twins. Ollie would never had guessed she'd be the one to secretly mess with the legacy Fred and George are trying to leave behind with their pranks. She also would never have found friends in the most unlikely of places as a result of her feline antics. Being dragged into an adventure as dark times approach, Olive's writing addiction and metamorphic abilities become more than just altering her looks and writing the most thrilling stories.

***Completed*** 337k words **Some 18+ content! consider this your official warning!** When Violet steps onto the Hogwarts Express for the first time she meets three boys. A pair of twins and their new friend. But everything goes wrong when she's sorted into a different house than her new friends. Follow Violet on her journey through loss, gain, new friendships, family issues, puberty, but most importantly her Hogwarts experience! PLEASE NOTE!!! This is fanfiction. Many of the characters, settings, and lore do not belong to me! ALSO!! some of the story is based on imagines and things I've read on Tumblr over the years. just a little fyi LAST THING!!!! 18+ scenes occur when characters are 18+! I do NOT write that kind of stuff about minors!!!!!

From the good to the bad, everyone's favorite Slytherin princess, Rowan Bailey; seems like princess, isn't so innocent after all. + A book that takes unexpected turns of events. + More than just your regular mature fanfiction. [Mature Content; Viewer Discretion is Advised; This book is semi-slow burn, but once the mature content appears, it's very frequent.| Lot's of sensitive topics, please be aware.| A.N; I do not own any of these characters or Harry Potter; all credit goes to J.K ROWLING.

Ik ben Audrey. Ik ben de enige persoon in mijn huis dat geen ros haar heeft, ik ben ook de enige dat geen familie is. Ik ben Audrey en ik leef bij de Weasley's, ik ben even oud als Fred en George, al pesten ze me graag dat ze meer als een halfjaar ouder zijn. Ik doe mee met hun grappen, ik hoor bij hun, dat vertellen ze me toch. Soms voelt het alsof ik te veel ben, er niet bij hoor. Molly en Arthur zijn geweldige ouders, maar niet de mijne en dat doet pijn. Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, het zijn geweldige broers en zus, maar ze zijn ook niet mijn broers of zus en ik kan er niet aan doen dat dat aan me knaagt. Van wie heb ik mijn donkere haar en mijn blauwe ogen? Van wie heb ik mijn karakter? Welke twee personen hielden zo veel van elkaar dat ze mij kregen? Ik weet niet eens of dat dat het verhaal, ik weet niet eens of ik een heks ben en als ik een heks ben, ben ik dan een halfbloed, volbloed of stam van dreuzels? Het is raar om in onwetendheid te leven. Het is raar dat niemand je begrijpt. Ik ben Audrey Turner, geen idee of die achternaam klop of die voornaam, maar ik ben ik.